I was out for a little drive this evening before I put the car to bed for 2 months and rolled up to a stoplight on Conway road (for you locals). It is 2 lanes each way and nice and straight. I figured, I got rained out of the dragstrip last week, I still had a 1/4 tank of 114, boost still set to 22 lbs and wanted to have a little fun. I know it would have been there when I got back, but I felt the need to let loose a little 8) Anyway, I was in the right lane, there was a pick-up to my left and a sport bike of unknown size or origin (I am really motorcycle illiterate unless it is a Harley since they are very distinctive) rolls up behind me. The light turns green, I roll out nice and smooth, shift second, shift into 3rd ~ 40mph and then the bike guns it, zips around to my left side in front of the pick-up and my foot goes to the floor. Boost hits, and it's on ... my tires start screaming and hook suprisingly well, bike is at my side mirror, I wind out 3rd to 6K RPM, shift into 4th, bike has dropped back slightly and is at my door handle. I stay in it for a couple more seconds to ease my curiosity. The bike is still at my door handle. I let out of it and slow back down to the speed limit. The bike continues on, flying past me going to wherever it is he was going.
As for details on the sport bike, all I can tell you really is that it had 2 headlights molded in to the front, a really wide tire on the back and a large chrome exhaust exiting on the right side.
Just thought I'd share and I guess I DO have something to think about while I am gone
What a rush